Many years ago, when I was a child, the world seemed to operate just a little differently. I mean, it was the 1970’s, and we thought bell-bottomed pants were a good idea. Not me, of course. No, I was only 8 years old in 1976, and I wore whatever my mother put on me. However, those days of childhood were ones that often found our family going out on a Saturday morning to pick blackberries. It wasn’t an easy job to convince five kids that going ou…